Chapter 155: Over seventy percent!
"Are you sure you don't want to come? I'm sure Lord Urdwellan will be willing to do yours too…"
Irwin shook his head, grinning as he gazed at Greldo, who was pacing around nervously, sometimes rubbing his hands.
Gadorley wouldn't be there for a while, but Greldo, knowing he was going to become a heartcard, wasn't able to stop himself from walking around.
"I can't believe you got him to reforge it to Ruby rank," Greldo muttered before turning to Irwin.
"Are you sure you shouldn't come?"
"I'll be fine," Irwin said. "If I can't do it three days before we have to leave, I'll ask Lord Urdwellan."
He saw Greldo's eyes narrow, the red glow dimming, before his friend snorted and continued pacing.
"Stubborn," Greldo muttered. "Just because you want to do it yourself! It's not like he wouldn't do it better!"
I wonder, Irwin thought, as he recalled Ambraz's opinion on the matter. Over the last year, and with all that happened, he'd found that he had begun trusting the Anvil more and more, and from the other's behavior, he had the feeling it was mutual. Besides, he still hadn't fully given up trying to get one of his cards to the legendary Ammolite rank.
Now, if only he would tell me what he's up to, Irwin thought.
The only hint was that it had something to do with the only secret he knew Ambraz was still keeping from him, which had to do with his weird rank-up. He still recalled the odd crown image. The other had told him repeatedly that it was best he didn't know yet, and he had the feeling he was telling the truth.
We will see tomorrow, he thought, recalling Ambraz's guarantee that he'd be ready the next day. Ambraz had been doing something in Irwin's private smithy which had something to do with the Purperion.